29 junho, 2010

Be

I want to be as free as the spirits of those who leftI'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man YusefThrough death through conceptionNew breath and resurrectionFor moms, new steps in her directionIn the right wayTold inside is where the fight layAnd everything a nigga do may not be what he might sayChicago nights stay, stay on the mindBut I write many lives and lay on these linesWave the signs of the timesMany say the grind's on the mindShorties blunted-eyed and everyone wanna rhymeBush pushing lies, killers immortalizedWe got arms but won't reach for the skiesWaiting for the Lord to riseI look into my daughter's eyesAnd realize that I'm gonna learn through herThe Messiah, might even return through herIf I'm gonna do it, I gotta change the world through herFurs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'emDemons and old friends, pops they hauntin' himThe chosen one from the land of the frozen sunWhen drunk nights get remembered more than sober onesWalk like warriors, we were never told to runExplored the world to return to where my soul begunNever looking back or too far in front of meThe present is a giftand I just wanna BE